The love of popularity holds you in a vice.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.
Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.
Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.